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3:00 a.m. American time.

So the adventure began at 3 am after 90 minutes of sleep. I Said goodbye to my little sister and brother, then hopped in the back of the Buick with Mom and Brian and we took off for Detroit.

I handed my cell phone over to my Mom, that was a huge feeling of submission.

I saw a couple cute boys at my terminal, but none of them got on my plane… darn.

Detroit was awesome! The ladies were so nice. They switched me to an earlier flight and gave Mom and Brain gate passes so they were able to come in the gate with me. We had breakfast and my mom watched the big planes.

8:20 a.m. American time

I left Detroit at 8:20. It was a 45-minute trip to Chicago and I slept for about 5 of it.

In Chicago I went to my gate, met a girl studying to be a midwife in the bathroom. She was on her way to Dubai. I met Katherine and Lydia. I got a good vibe from them.

Our plane to New York broke.

The cancelled a different flight and gave us their plane, How unfortunate….

I sat between the midwife and another girl I met so that was nice, even though I slept the whole way.

We were an hour late getting to JFK, we got to our terminal 10 minutes before the flight was scheduled to leave but they decided to not let us on. How nice.

There was a group of us, a couple moving to Milan and woman from Argentina who didn’t speak much English.

I figured if we all stood at the window an waved to the pilots they would let us on. They gate went back toward the plane and the pilots waved back. We gave them thumbs up with excitement right before we realized they were kidding and not going to let us on, jokes on us.

Went to rebook flights. Got one at 9:30p.m. to London.

We went to check on our baggage and met two Italian boys. They were good-looking and very nice. They were water skiing in Florida. I take it they are pretty good. So we exchanged names and perhaps we will visit them in Milan.

We got food and I met this guy working who spoke 4 languages and was hilarious. We were just babbling back and forth trying to understand and learn new words. He ended up giving me a 25% discount on m sandwich!  I held up a fork and asked him what it was. “Fork” he said, no shit, I speak English, we were both crackin up and then he gave Lydia a free refill.

Met a guy from Chili cause he dropped some stuff.

We are in London now and so over going threw security.

On the flight here we all sat together in a row of five. Not so bad if there were not two extremely large males passed out in the aisle seats. All I wanted to do was pee.

Went threw security twice in London, but we met an Italian man on the bus to the correct terminal and he helped us with our Italian.

6:18 a.m. American time 

I Have no idea what time it is, it is 6:18 American time on Tuesday. So that means I have been in airports for 24 hours now! Thank you American Airlines…

I am extremely exhausted and sticky. I snagged a first class pillow and a comforter from our flight from New York to London. I am not enjoying lugging it around.  I can’t wait to brush my teeth and bathe.

We are trying to find our next flight. I’m mad because we have to go threw security again

Well I kind of bathed in the bathroom, washed my face with hand soap and brushed my teeth. Lydia and I bought a bottle of wine. It was expensive with the exchange. Stupid pounds. It ended up being about 20 dollars American.

I’m having problems with my debit card. I tried to buy a glass of wine at the pub but it wouldn’t work and she wouldn’t type in the numbers so I had to break a 20 so now I have a bunch of pounds that I don’t know what to do with. 

We met a guy from California at the pub; he had been traveling Europe for 5 months. Lydia and Katherine could not finish their beers so I tried but I couldn’t. I’m weak I know…

I am a little tipsy now, not going to lie. I met a girl from Milano, well a woman; her name is Danilla, so nice. We exchanged information. I talked with a guy from Scotland about everything for about 30 minutes on the plane. He is so cool, traveling on business. There is a boy, Kevin, from Idaho sitting behind me going to Rome for a month. I just keep meeting people. I feel like a magnet. Lydia and Katherine are already passed out and our flight has not even taken off. I’m going to pass out as soon as we get in the air and I can pee. I can wait to open the bottle of wine on the train. I hope we can figure all this out.

I slept the entire flight.

12:37 p.m. American time

Now we are on a bus in Milan taking us from the airport to the train station, and no one speaks English, we are with a guy Kevin from Idaho and his bankcard doesn’t work. He has 20 euro, well 13 now and needs to get to Rome. We are trying to get to a café so we can get Internet so I can tell my parents I’m alive. I tried to call with the phone they got me but it wont work and Italian people keep picking up and they don’t speak English. I hope they don’t cost me a fortune.

We lost Kevin and met Jono a boy from Brazil at an internet café.

I packed way to much stuff. I can’t wait to use it up.

We really have no idea how to get to Macerata, not even Italians know where it is. I feel like I’m spending too much money and way to fast on absolutely nothing.

Shit.

We are in Milan looking for WiFi. We are scooping out McDonalds. I just saw a guy get a beer with his happy meal.

We are hungry and looking for food in the train station because I thought I saw a food court. We ran in to three really creepy guys that tried to get us to tell them exactly where we were going. I told them I didn’t know, which was not completely a lie.

We found a sandwich place and the people were so rude to us. The one lady was an overweight chain smoker and she threw my change at me, and the other one was rapping on the glass at me. Lydia accidentally threw her receipt in the trash. The sandwich lady wouldn’t give her her sandwich (which she just watched Lydia pay for) without the recipe. So she had to dig threw the trash.

We bought train tickets to Macerata that will depart at 11p.m. Now it is 10:49 and we are freaking out. Our train departure is not posted. Jono is trying to help us we are running around saying Ancona! Ancona! We have no idea where to go. Then by some chance we find it. I kiss Jono on the cheek and give him the comforter from American Airlines because he has to spend the night in the Station and it is cold.

We drag our stuff on the train and cause a huge traffic jam. It doesn’t help we have no idea where our seats are or even if we are on the right train. An older gentleman then looked at our tickets, kicked out the people that were in our seats and helped us with our baggage.

I am on a train with a couple from Italy and a guy from morocco. He helped us with our luggage but spoke no English, very nice guy.

We have about 4 hours on the train. I hope I can sleep.

I cant sleep, its freezing cold, no good spot to put my head and my feet stink. I feel like if I fall asleep we will miss our stop. There is no pa announcing when to get off or where we are. 

So now we are in ranine, Katie says that’s close. Morocco helps us get our luggage down and into the hallway.

We reach Ancona and he helps us take our luggage off. He kissed me on the head. I wonder if he could smell how gross I am.

Now we are in the middle of nowhere outside at a train stop with no idea where to go. We figure out what bin means and go down stairs and to the other side of the train tracks. Its so shady here, now we are in a (warm spot)

Three girls our age just walked in, they are going to Macerata as well. They are from Poland. A train just pulled up, we are not sure if its ours. I asked a guy and he said he was going to Macerata too so we got on. This train is so much nicer than the last one. It is short, but modern and extremely spacious. There is hardly anyone on the train so our luggage is just sitting next to us.

My breath and armpits smell.

A girl fromPoland gave me gum, I guess it really is that bad.

We have no idea what to do when we get to Macerata. Hopefully they will let us stay at the hostel for free, we are supposed to stay there tonight, and hopefully they let us check in early. It’s 10:35 American time and 4:35 Italy time.

I still have not slept.

We just hauled our American asses off one train and had to get to another one. Sweet right, I love the part about switching bins. We hauled our stuff down the stairs, walked a few meters to the left, then hauled them right back up. My body is going to fall apart. Now we are on another small train. We couldn’t get on it, our luggage was too big, I got stuck in the entryway.

We made it to Macerata. I can not believe it. 5:30 a.m. I am exhausted. There are not taxis or buses to take us to the Ostello Ricci. The girls in Poland told us we could walk with them and they would show us were to go.

So we are lost, hauling our massive amounts of luggage up coble stone hills with narrow alleyways and cars speeding past us. Lydia’s bag keeps getting stuck on the road so we take turns pushing it.

The city is beautifully, traditional Italy. One of the most beautiful traditional places I have ever seen.

We reach the city gate into the plaza and lay on the ground and look at the sky. I am overwhelmed with exhaustion and excitement. I can’t believe we made it.

After 90 minutes of searching we finally find the Ostello around 6:30 a.m. there is an old wooden door in a stone wall and I had to ring for assistance.

We get in. I pack my bathroom bag, a take a shower next to a toilet with a hand held sprayer. Squeegee the floor, and pass out in my bed which is one of eight in the room. It feels so good to be stationary.

Holy geebers I think and then I pass out.